There was also a mountain of food on the golden plate on the long table. Harry ignored the mashed potatoes and piled steak and roast lamb ribs on his plate. As a true carnivore, Harry , Harry never reluctantly eats grass. Vegetarian food is indeed a must, but vegetable salad is a snack that refreshes the mouth after meals.
"It's great. It's been a long time since I've seen someone with an appetite as good as mine." While Harry was feasting, the chubby ghost floated over and said to Harry, "Hufflepuff actually became popular with dieting last year. To be honest, I just can’t understand the positive effect of starving people.”
"Because you don't need to eat now, fat monk. Since I came to Hufflepuff, I have to eat breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper, and a barbecue party every weekend, or something weird. If Professor Sprout hadn't asked us to do some chores, pick out fertilizers and stuff, I bet I would have gained at least forty pounds this year."
A young man with a sad face was leaning on his double chin. There was a small piece of fried chicken breast on his plate, and the rest was full of green vegetables.
"Actually, it's okay to be a little fatter. You are growing now. How can you grow if you don't eat enough? Even if you lose weight, you have to eat enough to have strength, right?"
The fat monk touched his belly with a harmless smile on his face.
"Spare me, fat monk, your experience doesn't give us much confidence."
With a sad look on his face, the boy stuffed a bunch of vegetable leaves into his mouth, which tasted like chewing wax.
"Why do people call you Fat Friar?" After finishing the greasy roast lamb ribs, Harry glanced at the Fat Friar with the machine gun cartridge belt wrapped around him. He didn't look like a priest in the church. , unless what the church believes in is not some god girl, but the Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, who breathes three thousand six hundred times and has six pure depleted uranium bullets.
"This." The fat monk scratched his cheek and said in a completely indifferent tone: "I went to the church to become a priest after graduation, but the times were not very good, and the Muggle world was very chaotic. It’s more chaotic than the wizarding world, with wars, famines, and epidemics running rampant. I think joining the church can do something for them.”
"What's the result?" Harry became interested in listening to the story.
"The result is that I became a cardinal at an unprecedented speed and was only one step away from the Pope. However, because of this, the contemporary Pope who felt that his status was unstable asked the Inquisition to sneak up on me with a stun gun and electrocute me. I fainted and gave me the name of a heretic."
"In the end, I realized that being a magician can't save the world. After all, there are no gods in this world, but magic can."
The fat monk patted his bullet belt and spread his hands, with a look of helplessness on his face, "It's a pity that I realized it too late. Fortunately, I was not nailed to a cross and burned to death. They didn't dare to do that. I will die." It has to be decent.”
"Sneak attack?" A young wizard heard this and was amused. "It wasn't because you were too fat that you couldn't run, so a group of Muggles pounced on you and tied you up..."
"You were just tied up and stuck on a stick and killed as a pig. I didn't. I'm not. You're talking nonsense!"
The fat monk who denied the third company said with a serious face. He waved his hands and firmly denied such a statement, "Rumors only stop with the wise. You have to be smart and don't believe those messy gossips. They are all fabricated."
"But I didn't say anything."
The little wizards of Hufflepuff smiled happily, and the fat monk pursed his lips, and then laughed together.
"Okay, kids, it's a little bad to be too fat, for example, like me, but you don't have to starve yourself deliberately now. No matter what, you must eat enough."
"Yes, only when you are full can you have the strength to do things."
Harry finished his pure meat feast, and then picked up a bowl of vegetable salad to relieve his tiredness.
"See, that's the right idea."
The fat monk looked at Harry with admiration in his eyes, "What a great young man." After saying that, the fat monk floated to the side and greeted the other freshmen cheerfully.
The dinner was coming to an end. The Hogwarts dessert pudding tasted good, but it was a little too sweet, which was not to Harry's taste. After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Harry turned his attention to the teacher's desk. .
Hagrid was drinking tons and tons of wine from an oak barrel with a handle. He was chatting happily with an old professor who was missing an arm next to him. Severus Snape, his godfather who suddenly appeared, had also finished eating. After dinner, he crossed his fingers in front of him, covering half of his face. Harry met his eyes, and Snape seemed to give him a subtle nod.
And when Harry glanced past Snape and looked to his side, Harry did not see 'that person' that should have existed in his impression.
A timid, nervous Professor Quirrell wearing a large turban.
'Is it possible that Voldemort didn't sneak into Hogwarts by clinging to Quirrell's head? Harry looked away and muttered in his mind, "Who will take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" '
Harry no longer expects to get any effective clues based on JK Rowling's original work, whether it is the wand that turned into a gun, or the second godfather besides Sirius, Severus Snape, or the absence of... Grindelwald who was imprisoned in Nurmengard, these things were beyond his impression and cognition, and it was understandable that there was no Voldemort Jinchurikiro.
'But anyway, Hagrid probably got the Philosopher's Stone out of Gringotts...'
Harry tried hard to remember the cleanliness of Gringotts' underground vault. At that time, his mind was so blurry that he could only vaguely remember that Hagrid took away a small package. He had no memory of the appearance of the item and he didn't pay attention at all. .
'Is Dumbledore still planning on fishing? We have the bait, but where are the fish? '
He looked at the teachers' desk again, but there was no weirdly dressed professor there, especially the guy with the big head.
This is very unreasonable, but it seems very reasonable.
This world is already weird enough. If Voldemort really sticks to Quirrell's head and follows the normal main storyline... Harry will feel that the world is a little unreal.
When the last pudding disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up again, and silence returned to the auditorium.
"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I want to put forward a few things to pay attention to."
"Attention first-year students, no students are allowed to trespass in the forest area on the school grounds. I hope some senior students will also remember this."
His eyes glanced at the Gryffindor table, as if to alert some naughty guy.
"Furthermore, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridors between classes.
"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in joining the college team please contact Ms. Huo Qi."
"The corridor on the right side of the fourth floor of the castle is prohibited for students to enter this year. Anyone who does not want to encounter an accident and die a painful death please stay away."
"In the end, because Hogwarts lost the team competition in last year's Triwizard Tournament."
Dumbledore cleared his throat, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "Everyone should know this."
"Me." Dumbledore pointed at his face, "According to the agreement of the game, I was defeated. I will leave Hogwarts throughout this year and go to Durmstrang School to teach."
The first-year students looked confused, but the old students had no surprise on their faces, only a hint of guilt and regret. They had lost their principal. This was a shameful fact.
"However, since Charlie Weasley won the individual championship of the last Triwizard Tournament for us, although you lost me, you also defeated Durmstrang's headmaster, Gellert Grinder. Mr. Waugh won."
Although the little wizards' faces were a little more happy, they were still not happy.
"Principal Grindelwald will teach a one-year Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts. I hope that each of you will study seriously in his class. He is my friend and the best in the world." Master of Dark Magic, I hope you can continue to improve under his guidance and prepare for the next Triwizard Tournament."
"Now, I would like to ask Principal Gellert Grindelwald to say a few words to everyone."
Dumbledore nodded to Gellert, and the handsome old man with white hair and trench coat stood up, side by side with Dumbledore.
Although Grindelwald had not spoken yet, the moment he stood up, the atmosphere in the auditorium became somewhat different.
Different from Dumbledore's gentleness, Grindelwald had a high-pressure aura of a superior ruler. The relaxed and happy atmosphere disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by an uneasy tension. His stern eyes swept across, and there was Many young wizards could not help but lower their heads slightly, not daring to meet his eyes.
"I'm very disappointed in you, very disappointed."
Grindelwald spoke, and the cold wind he spoke blew throughout the auditorium hall, as if winter had arrived months earlier, making people shiver with cold.
"I thought I would come to Hogwarts and see something worthy of bringing me back to Durmstrang."
He shook his head with some regret. The regret and disdain he showed unintentionally made the little wizard feel angry for no reason. The most irritable Gryffindor little lion was a little ready to make a move. However, under Grindelwald's cold eyes, they had no choice but to be honest. Sit really well.
"Hogwarts does have many talented young wizards, such as Mr. Charlie Weasley whom I met last year. His wonderful performance in the individual competition is definitely the strongest at that time. When faced with the sudden attack of a forty-foot-long Blacklophosaurus, his calm response was better than ninety-nine percent of wizards in the world."
"It's a pity that even these outstanding warriors, who I can't help but applaud, can't lead you guys to win the team competition."
"At that time, I thought it was because Dumbledore was old and his eyesight was dim. Otherwise, why would he have been given some trash that was holding him back? Watching your Hogwarts fighting within the arena is a hundred times funnier than watching a clown's performance. "
There was a trace of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and then it turned into a serious and cold mouth:
"The sand is mixed with shining gold particles, but the gold particles will not change your nature as a plate of loose sand."
"Disorganized, undisciplined, and internally divided. Even Beauxbatons' group of Gaulish turkeys who advocate freedom and romance have restrained the disorder with strict school rules. In my opinion, Hogwarts can endure for thousands of years. , this is indeed no small miracle.”
Although the words in his mouth seemed to be compliments, no one could understand the sarcasm in them.
There was a slight buzzing sound, and the little wizards seemed to be complaining about something.
"Al." Grindelwald did not turn his head. "You have worked really hard these years. You must have worked very hard to maintain the freedom and undiscipline that you have always had."
"Wizards are not Muggles after all." Dumbledore sighed softly.
"I understand, of course, but even so, Hogwarts is a flock of sheep led by a lion. How can this fight against a pack of wolves led by a lion?"
Grindelwald turned to look at Dumbledore, "Don't tell me you couldn't see anything in the team competition last year. That performance was a disaster."
"Why don't you just retire." Grindelwald smiled and extended the invitation, "Come to Durmstrang with me. You are not suitable to be a leader, but you are suitable to stay with me."
He glanced at Dumbledore meaningfully, but Dumbledore could only smile bitterly and shake his head slightly.
"Enough complaining."
Grindelwald spoke to everyone again with undisguised sarcasm on his face.
"You are really obedient. You are so eager to show me the fact that you are indeed a mess. Maybe you are proud of it?"
"I don't expect you to learn much from me, even if I teach you seriously, I just hope that when the next top three competition begins, you won't make the audience and judges disgusted again."
"For example, let's do something stupid like using a wonderful explosion spell to blow up several other teammates from behind."
There was a deathly silence in the auditorium. In this silence, the little lions of Gryffindor stared at Slytherin with vicious eyes. Across Hufflepuff in the middle, the eyes of both sides exchanged fire in mid-air, almost to the point of killing each other. Sparks flew out.
"Thank you very much for Principal Grindelwald's advice. I sincerely hope that everyone can make new progress in this new year."
Dumbledore's words caused the angry parties to look away, but in response, Dumbledore could only sigh silently.
"Then now, let's sing the school song together!"
Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall aside. Golden characters spurted out from the muzzle of Professor McGonagall's wand, condensing lines of text in mid-air.
"Everyone chooses his own tune," said Dumbledore. "Get ready and sing!"
Then all the teachers and students sang loudly, and there was no unified tune among the chaos. Chaos and freedom once again appeared in the auditorium.
After everyone finished singing the school song, Dumbledore bowed gracefully to everyone.
"Today's dinner ended successfully. I hope you can give me a big surprise when I come back next year!"
"It's bedtime, let's go back to the dormitories."
As Dumbledore's words fell, his figure continued to blur, and then turned into a hazy white light and disappeared from its original position.
The Dumbledore who remains here is a phantom of magic, but the real Dumbledore is currently sitting on the teacher's seat amidst neat applause at Durmstrang's opening banquet.
